User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-3474228-20120210233107/@comment-3135907-20120214214845

"Ey, yew two, quit tusselin' an' git rowin'!" bellows Knabbs, the second mate. "We're almost out o' slaves, y'know!" With that First Mate Scivley, a thin, willowy stoat with a wooden leg thumps over and gives the twins an evil look. "No fightin', see!" He then clouts the two. "Like me comrade Knabbs said, git ter werk y' dawdlers, or I'll give yew sumthin' worse ter worry about!"